Room on the Boat

One year ago we brought this puppy home. Her mother—a stray Lab —had birthed her babies on the side of a freeway and hidden them in nearby bushes. After they were rescued and settled in a foster home, we met the litter and fell for Zoe. She was too young to be adopted, so we […]

Pass the Mead, Please

If you’ve never heard of mead, it’s an alcoholic beverage made by fermenting honey. People used to drink the stuff from tankards in places that were accurately called MEAD HALLS. Think Canterbury Tales. And Camelot. Mead halls were happening in Ye Olde Times. But we’re in COVID 19 times now. And I’m getting ahead of […]

Moving the Goal Post

For most of my life, I didn’t want to be simply good at something; I wanted to be the best. The best daughter. Sister. Singer. Teacher. Wife. Mother. Friend. The problem with trying to be the best at something is that best is highly subjective. It’s an ever-moving goal post. So I shifted from trying to […]

For My Daughter On Her Birthday

On July 14th, 1999, you made me complete. A nurse slipped you into my arms (all four pounds, fourteen ounces of sticky skin and soft bone), and I looked down at your tiny face and knew you for my own. These trembling hands were cradling the first great-granddaughter; the first niece; the first sister of […]

A New Beginning

For the June meeting of our writing group, the 10-minute writing prompt was this: A new beginning… A couple of members wrote about the fact that the word “beginning” implies “new” and therefore the prompt was somewhat problematic — and, that’s what happens when you get six smart/snarky women together in the same room with […]

More Flagrante, Less Delicto

Like many of you fine people, I appreciate a good dose of irony. In literature. In life. In Alanis Morissette lyrics. (Hey. Let’s not get nit-picky.) Still, there’s something a little bit ironic I can’t support when it comes to parenting. And that irony is this: The very act responsible for creating a baby becomes […]

A Hill to Live On

My home sits near the top of a hill. A big hill. Half a mile up, and pretty steep. We moved here in 2001 after I stumbled upon the house on Mother’s Day. Our kids were not quite two and four, and I’d been getting them ready for brunch with my parents. When Bill noticed […]

Mother Knows Best

In my earliest memories, she wears a long blue robe and smells like coffee. My dad offers goodbye kisses to her, my little sister and me. Then he goes to work. He’s a high school Spanish teacher. My mother’s work is us. She is young, in her early twenties, ironing clothes in our den. Love, […]